This paint has been tasting of leadAnd their chips will fall as they mayBut it's not just my finish that's peelingAnd it's not alone fleeing these walls

Well sooner or later this coldIt's gonna break so our hands will be warm againBut all I want is not to need you nowYeah sooner or later this codeIt's gonna break and our words will be heard againBut all I want are vows of silence now

This turpentine chaser's got kickAnd the rag that it's soaked in is richAnd the fumes aide the pace of my cleaningAnd as soon as I'm done I am gone

But sooner or later this coldIt's gonna break so our hands will be warm againBut all I want is not to need you nowYeah sooner or later this codeIt's gonna break and our words will be heard againBut all I want are vows of silence now

The frightening factsWe've been facing our backs to for so long nowAre begging for eyesTo bear witness to lies and indifference